Sometimes when you put Chuck Norris on a leash he’s a little hard to maintain until he gets a bit tired.
I took him out to get the mail this evening, because sometimes he jumps up on the door when I’m out and flips the deadbolt. Seriously. Anyway, he’s doing his usual running around not paying much attention to me until I yank the mail from the mailbox. Then he sits down.
I filter through the mail, grab some junk, and shove it toward him. In his mouth it goes. He sits up and makes a nice slow walk directly back into the house.
Strangest thing. We never trained him to do this.
